Christelle is like
any other 20-something living in Sydney, Australia – except for one huge
secret. She enjoys cocktails with girlfriends, luxury brand launches, gossip
and shopping. For an added touch of spice, there’s also the sizzling connection
with her new boss, the gorgeous Jasper.
Then Christelle’s younger sister, the hapless and naïve Trixie
Fifi Panache, arrives unannounced, and things begin to fall apart. Not only
does Christelle have to deal with her sister’s exploits and embarrassing
mistakes, but she also has to live with the fear that her escapades will reveal
the truth: Christelle and Trixie are half fairy, half human, and hidden beneath
their clothes are a pair of gorgeous wings. To make matters worse, Christelle
has fallen for Jasper, but knows that taking the relationship any further
threatens exposure. And no love could survive that, could it?
Cityglitter is a charming, magical romance that leaves in
its wake a glitter of fairy dust. With inner-city fabulousness and
sophistication, this fun celebration of love will add more than a touch of
sparkle to your life.
About the Author:
Carla Caruso grew up amid a boisterous extended Italian
family in Australia – yet somehow managed to become a bookworm...
Carla always wanted to be a novelist, annoying the
kindergarten teachers by dictating long, detailed stories to them. It just took her a while to realize her
childhood dream - journalism seemed a more practical course. Her media career
has included stints as a newspaper and magazine journalist, government PR and
fashion stylist. These days, she works as a freelance journalist and copywriter.
She began seriously writing fiction three years ago when she went freelance
full-time.
The romance genre appeals as she is a sucker for rom-coms
(especially if Channing Tatum is in the mix) and likes to think her Italian
ancestry means she lives with passion. Hobbies include watching trashy TV
shows, fashion, astrology and running.
Excerpt:
I look back at Mr Butterscotch Eyes, who looks a little
bemused. Perhaps it’s my seven-second delay to his greeting. I think fast.
‘Hello again!’ I gush, like we’re long-lost friends, not
virtual strangers.
Without thinking, I stand up on tippy-toe, leaning forward,
intending to air kiss his cheek. Somehow, like a paperclip drawn to a magnet,
I’m pulled askew, my lips brushing his.
The effect on my body is like switching on an electrical
grid, as every pore starts to buzz. His lips, so soft, moist, kissable; his
musky scent, spinning a web around me; my body, pinging like a microwave with
his strong physique mere centimetres away.
Suddenly, though, the sensual warmth, the heavenly breath,
has been pried away and my lips are cold, bare. I flutter my eyelids open,
honing in on his gaze, detecting a flicker of something in those liquid
gold-like orbs before it dies.
He clears his throat, playing with a tortoiseshell cufflink.
‘That’s certainly not the kind of greeting I’m used to – especially from
someone I barely know.’
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